Last week at Ella I got a jump start on National Dance Week and dropped some serious moves, thanks in whole to an unbelievable dance partner who combined enthusiasm, grace, and levity with just the right amount of sensuality, checked with intentionally robotic hip humping.  If I sound enamored, well,

I recently got this from a reader named David and I think it’s something that all you music heads will appreciate:   Hi Broke-ass Friends, I’m writing from KUSF about our upcoming Rock ‘n’ Swap on Sunday, May 10th.  It’s a giant music lover’s fair featuring 6,000 sq ft of rare vinyl,

So, you have an upcoming date, but don’t want to/can’t spend any money?  Or, maybe you’ve exhausted the netflix queue with your significant other and want to do something different without being too extravagant. Strap on that parachute, kids, because I’m about to lay some some Operation DUMBO Drop-sized knowledge

For those of you who’ve been following the site pretty religiously (hi Mom!), you know that I’ve been involved with the Citizens for the Preservation of Bay to Breakers, a group of citizens devoted to um…well, the preservation Bay to Breakers.  If you recall, back in February the race organizers declared that this

Gyms. We’ve lost site of their true purpose.  Locker rooms with Bay Rum, moisturizer, and whatever fancy stuff women use.  Since when does working out demand immediate pampering?  I learned some perspective after a year working out in Nicaragua.  There were 3 types of gyms where I lived.   Gym

  Greetings to all you lovely people out there in Broke-Ass-Land (how shitty of a theme park would that be?).  I just wanted to extend an invitation to all of you who are in or near New York.  I’ll be in town this week for a few days and I

I’m sitting here in Paul’s flat in Greenpoint, Brooklyn and I’m cripplingly exhausted.  I took a red eye last night from San Francisco and I almost never sleep on planes.  Last night was no exception.  I spent part of the flight watching Quantum of Solace and the other part observing

Hallelujah,  it has stopped raining, for now.  I was out in the LES last night with Stuart and Anna and the weather dampened the Drinko de Cinco spirits.  Bars were pretty barren, like Ukranian women who lived near Chernobyl.  But, on my walk home in the pouring rain there was